Mistilteinn – the wisdom of the mistletoes

After the various onslaught of that I consider ridiculous endeavours to assimilate into the society, I took some time to think about what I consider and what I seek to  uncover: The truth.

Sometimes, as I ponder what is the truth, I like to comment on how they all seem to have a common effect: They sear. The day you realise Santa Claus does not exist; the day you realise your family is a power struggle; they day you realise you are (not) alone; the day you realise she’s been treating you as merely ” a good friend” ( oh, I chuckled on this one, talk about the supposedly 2 r/s ladders of a girl)

As we continue to delve deeper onto the truth,we often see the bleaker aspects on life. I was reading a book on the adventures of Wisely a few weeks back, and one of the most striking things in the novel was the assumption of everyone that the act of aliens visiting Earth would spell the doomsday of humanity. What is important here is not whether aliens will invade us or not; rather, its the ability to accept the truth ( which is currently uncertain) that humans are not the most technologically advanced creature in the universe. What an obnoxious, arrogant race we all are.

As I find out more and more fragments of the truth; as they sear, or rather gash, my heart again and again as I continue to relentlessly pursue such an upstart, foolish aspect, I wonder how much more of a mental strength I need to absorb the world’s truth – the world’s pain. Talk about claiming to be emotionally hard. Ha!

3 years ago, I’d scoff at people cutting and performing self mutilation, claiming they are dumb and the likes. It ws this afternoon, that I realised why: Because I rather draw the pain to my hand and allow it to hurt than let the numbing, throbbing pain continue deep in my inner conscience that I can do nothing of.

Not that I’d try self mutilation though.